Sweet dreams come in pairs [Transmigration Book]

......dead?

There were two short car horns from downstairs, and Milo waved and blew a kiss.

She turned around and looked at Guan Meng with a confused expression, reached out her hand to touch the top of her head, and sighed: "She only treats you sincerely, but no matter how much you make up, Guan Qiyin won't be able to see it."

As if a sharp blade had split the brain, a woman with a blurred face was shaking in front of her eyes. One second she was smiling and opening her arms to her, but the next second her face became ferocious, the picture distorted, and she roared silently.

The slender bare hands brushed across her cheeks, and lightly pressed on the slender eyelashes. Guan Meng was shocked by the cold diamond ring and stiffened the back of her neck.

"It's really like it, it's getting more and more like it, how can people bear to look at it?"

Milo smiled bleakly: "Time flies so fast. In 15 years, so many people came and went, but a dead person lives in her heart. How can I get rid of it?"

Liu Xiling didn't go home all the year round, and when she was drunk, she inexplicably changed her name to Guan Guan. Two pillows were placed side by side in the bedroom... The combination of those accidental events in the daily life made a certain necessity.

"15 years..." Guan Meng said awkwardly, going back in time, searching through a lot of memory fragments, the fragments gradually became scattered, until a certain point, it stopped abruptly.

Now she can vaguely recall some memories of this body in the past, but the memories before the age of seven are blank.

Guan Meng turned her head in panic. Milo had already left, and there was only a trace of perfume in the air.

The sound of clattering high heels sounded from a distance, and a tall man in a suit and leather shoes opened the car door for Milo, and the two stood in front of the car and kissed face to face.Then the doors closed and the silver Bentley rolled into the deep twilight.

"Are you smoking again?" Shen Shuangzhu frowned and said to Guan Meng when she smelled the smell of smoke all over the terrace.

With her back facing her, Guan Meng was alone, with her hands propped on the balcony railings, her shoulder blades protruding through a layer of shirt on her thin back, like a butterfly just waking up from sleep, about to flutter its wings and fly high in the next second leave.

Shen Shuangzhu panicked for no reason, swallowed all the sarcasm and jokes, walked to her side in two or three steps, the strong smell of smoke rushed into the nasal cavity and eye membranes, Shen Shuangzhu seemed not to notice, and looked straight at Guan Meng, "... ....How are you?"

Guan Meng slowly shook her head: "It's not very good for now."

Then he realized that it was Shen Shuangzhu who came, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his pupils twitched, and finally regained a little anger.She pressed most of the cigarettes into the ashtray, and when the flame went out, it was crushed into ashes.

Guan Meng raised her head, her slender neck was drawn into a white streak, and a beautiful smoke ring spit out from her mouth.

Shen Shuangzhu looked at the cheap cigarette in the ashtray, his eyes flickered, "Why is it not so good all of a sudden?"

"I think of someone." Guan Meng turned the lighter, "It might be my mother."

Shen Shuangzhu was stunned, she had never heard Guan Meng mention her mother, and Liu Xiling said that she was adopted by the orphanage.

Shen Shuangzhu once wondered whether she and Guan Meng were born to fight against each other, just like Shen Xuan and Liu Xiling fought until one of them died.

Feeling uneasy, Shen Shuangzhu said desolately: "I haven't seen my mother, and I don't have much impression of my father."

"Maybe not." Guan Meng said again.

If it was a mother, how could she shoot and kill her own child?

Her eyes blinked slowly, and the light and shadow in front of her eyes were messy.

Shen Shuangzhu asked her: "When did you arrive at Shen's house?"

Guan Meng thought for a while and said, "Seven years old."

It was the year when Shen Shuangzhu was born that the marriage between Liu Xiling and Shen Xuan broke down. From then on, the husband and wife fought openly and secretly, and even the original owner and Shen Shuangzhu were in dire straits.With the death of Shen Xuan, the original delicate balance was broken, and the story of the vicious female partner and the tragic heroine unfolded.

This is the statement in the book, and it is also the plot on the bright side, but now it seems that there must be something hidden behind the story.

Where was she before she was seven years old?Why do you have no memory at all?

Shen Shuangzhu: "You..."

Guan Meng suddenly turned around and hugged her, grasping her skirt with both hands, holding it tightly, making Shen Shuangzhu feel like a straw, light and solemn.

"Don't talk yet." Guan Meng's voice came muffled from her shoulder, choking slightly, "Let me hug you for a while."

The world in front of her suddenly became completely strange, or she never really understood it from the beginning.Guan Mengman thought she had the God's perspective, but she was actually a homeless person.

Unprecedented loneliness, but no one to talk to.

Shen Shuangzhu stretched out his hand stiffly, hesitated for a moment, and patted Guan Meng's back lightly, trying to comfort someone for the first time: "Although your biological mother was not able to accompany you, Liu Xiling treated you so well... ...Be strong, no matter what happened in the past, it is in the past after all."

"Don't you hate me?" Guan Meng said.

Shen Shuangzhu remained silent, not knowing how to answer this question.

How can you not hate it?As far back as she can remember, Guan Meng tricked her into eating fake lollipops, cut her beautiful braids into a mess while she was sleeping, and drove her to live in the most humid and stuffy little attic...

"What do you think?" Shen Shuangzhu said lightly.

Guan Meng froze all over, loosened her hand holding her clothes little by little, her slender eyelashes trembled violently to press back the tears that had reached her eyes, so as not to get on Shen Shuangzhu's body.

What qualifications does she have to ask Shen Shuangzhu such a question?Guan Meng was ashamed of herself.

She stepped back slowly, widening the distance between the two of them, but when she was halfway back, she was pushed back by the hand on her back, and she was once again in close contact with Shen Shuangzhu's body face to face.

Guan Meng: "..."

"The past is all over." Shen Shuangzhu sighed long, took out a tissue from his pocket and pressed it gently on her eyes, "I've never seen you cry before."

Guan Meng took the tissue and wiped it carelessly by herself: "I don't cry much."

"Yeah, usually you come to me to vent your anger when you are in a bad mood. Isn't this scar on my arm caused by you burning it with cigarette butts?" Shen Shuangzhu pushed the cuff of the short sleeve to his shoulder, and wiped the small round dimple. Show the marks to Guan Meng.

Guan Meng was shocked, so frightened that she didn't dare to shed tears, he hesitated and didn't know what to say, and held back a sentence for a long time: "Then, is it still useful to repair it now?"

Shen Shuangzhu put back his sleeves, looked down at her with dark eyes, "It's useless."

Guan Meng was sad.Artists, especially idols, can't leave scars on their bodies. Although this small circle is not very eye-catching, it is a flaw after all, let alone her...

"Because it's not from a cigarette butt at all."

"Ah?" Guan Meng raised her head in surprise, and saw Shen Shuangzhu's tight chin, her pursed lips, and her scrutinizing gaze.

"This is the trace left by vaccination when I was a child." Shen Shuangzhu narrowed his eyes, "Is it a smoke scar, you can't see it?"

There was a dead silence beside Guan Meng's ears, only his own violent heartbeat could be heard.

Shen Shuangzhu lightly twisted half of the cigarette butt from the ashtray: "Where did this cigarette come from?"

Guan Meng was silent.Shen Shuangzhu then said calmly: "A person who even says cigars are rubbish, would smoke such cheap stuff?"

The author has something to say: I went fishing during the day, and the second watch will be later, but it may be late, everyone can watch it tomorrow